Welcome to the home of the Warriors of Love
The Warriors of Love is projected to be a series of twelve novels: the work of P.F. (‘Pet’) Jeffery. Currently, eleven of the twelve Warriors of Love volumes are complete, and the twelfth novel is in the process of composition.
So, what’s it about?
The novels are set in a future history, two or three thousand years after a cataclysm (or perhaps series of cataclysms) has destroyed the civilisations we know. The books present an often dark future, but one illuminated by optimism. When news arrives that the Empress has installed her daughter as coregent, women propose toasts:
“May the goddesses bless the Empress,” Passibelle’s sincerity shone from her eyes, “…both of the Empresses.”
“May,” Tuerquelle raised her glass, to propose a further toast, “our daughters, and their daughters, serve as eaquelles for Her Majesty’s daughter, and her daughters, for a million generations to come.”
The novels are narrated by three women: Jane Brewster, Tuerqui (formerly Princess Margaret of the Blood Victoria) and Daisy Diamond. Their stories are intertwined.
Jane is a civil servant, later a teacher. Sent to check the accounts of an independent company of light cavalry, led by Captain Modesty Clay, she finds herself recruited as a battlefield nurse. Post-battle tensions see her in Captain Clay’s bedroll. An auditor should not have a sexual connection with the commander whose accounts she is auditing. There’s a way out of the mess, but it has its downside… That takes us about a quarter of the way through the first of Jane’s four volumes. In the later parts of her first volume, she is in Lundin just after Her Majesty’s forces have liberated the city from the rule of Tuerqui’s father.
Tuerqui is the daughter of the patriarch who ruled Lundin, but she finds that the life of a princess is far from a continual round of joy. Her life changes radically when, as a result of political manoeuvring, she is enslaved. In spite of terrible experiences, by the time she is brought back to her father, she desires only to return to her mistress and her daughter. To achieve that aim, she must learn to kill. Princess, slave, mother and warrior, her eventful life takes her close to the heart of a dying age, and of the dawning of the next. Eventually, she will transcend the bondage of a princess’ life, and that of a slave.
Daisy belongs to the next generation. She is the daughter of the photographer, Lisa-Louise, and Colonel Modesty Clay (two promotions after her love affair with Jane). On Daisy’s first night at university, a drunken escapade triggers unexpected consequences, setting Daisy on course to become an explorer. In her second volume, she is deep in the wilderness that continental Europe has become. An explorer’s life, it transpires, is not all a girl might hope. Like Jane and Tuerqui, Daisy faces a journey to become the woman she will be.
The novels seek to run the gamut of human emotion, with both laughter and tears. The laughter seldom arises from formally told jokes, but these are occasionally present.
This site is an online presence for The Warriors of Love, but is intended to be a great deal more than that. It will be, I hope, a vehicle for expressing my outlook and ideas. In part, these will be found in the Warriors of Love novels. Much more will be found in the ‘Goddess’ section of this website. I embrace pluralism, my outlook is (I trust) feminist. In addition, part of my intent is to provide a space in which other people can express themselves with guest posts. Pluralism is best served in facilitating multiple voices.
These explanations out of the way, a brief quote from the Warriors of Love novel Jane and Daisy may act almost as a prayer:
“What’s said is said,” Tuerqui asserted with undeniable truth.
By way of reply, Liz muttered a rhyme, seemingly to herself:
Come friendly arrow, if you will
Pierce my breast, my blood to spill
Or better yet, kind arrow sped
To kill my enemy instead.
Passibelle sounded surprised: “What was that?”
“A little incantation,” Liz answered, “from my army days. It’s an apology to the Ladies of Fate. The first two lines accept whatever the goddesses decide, the second couplet hopes for the best.”
With Liz’s rhyme, I apologise to the Ladies of Fate for setting up this website… and hope for the best. Of course, I have no literal enemies to kill, or don’t think that I do. But figurative arrows can hurt.
So let us return to the question: what’s it all about? Who or what are the Warriors of Love? In the first place: